The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.
Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.
Bartender Raylin Chike
Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar.
Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade
Owner Aiden Tetradore
Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford
Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.
Owner Risque Voth
Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward
Tobias, please.
The young woman's voice so readily pleaded toward him for the upteenth time that night. Her fingers gripped nervously at that serving tray, her teeth biting her bottom lip in some display of that anxiety. She had only been working at the Ark for a month and now this! The very Co-Owner of that Ark, the Beta of the pack itself and one of her bosses was lying across the bar as if it was a sofa! The Ark was due to open for business in an hour and she couldn't access that bar surface, she couldn't clean, she couldn't organise, she couldn't get ready for that night ahead and yet she surely couldn't demand Tobias move! He was above her. She had tried pleading, she had tried begging, she had even tried bribery and still the man just lay there playing with his phone and ignoring her! She hardly dared to speak to Tetradore doing his paperwork in his office and Raven was out. The Leopard-boys reputation well known. If she angered him.....it was too terrifying to think about! She'd heard the stories. Tobias, do you think you could play with your phone over there?.
Tobias' near black gaze shifted abruptly sideways, eyeing that nervous barmaid once more. He could ver near taste that anxiety within the girl. Her words laced with equal nervousness and no taste of authority. Tobias, for all his volatile behaviour and distinctly well-known fits of rage- was hardly displeased with the girl in any fashion. The deviant, instead, merely ignoring her for the sake of it. She had not authority to command him to move. No one save for Tetradore possessing that very right and as such- the boy was simply content to make a nuisance of himself. He liked that polished, smooth mahogany wood surface. He was comfortable here and he saw little need to move. The very concept of patrons and productivity and cleanliness of serving spaces evidently hardly having occurred to the man, else meaning very little. That he was causing an equal amount of stress to that poor barmaid was, evidently, equally unimportant. Tobias so hardly deserving to be cruel in any sense. The young man simply comfortable and by that notion, seeing little need to move.
That phone was lifted once more. Tobias continuing to lay upon his back on that bar, his fingers taping at the phone screen with seemingly little direction. The boy opening and closing several aps, only to open them again. Those colours seeming to delight him. Tobias relishing in controlling that phone, in making it do just as he pleased. Some part of the man rather adoring to have his orders followed in just that way. The sudden, approaching sound of footsteps was all but ignored, at least until that barmaids near cry of delight. Carolina! The sight of the bar keeper arriving for her shift, it seemed, thrilling that younger employee with hope, as if Carolina might somehow solve the problem of the lounging leopard. I can't get him to move, he just ignores me! The very anguish in her voice was clear. That sound prompting Tobias to lower his phone and eye those two women, several strands of that shaggy black hair falling into his eyes as that odd, lopsided....grin of sorts seemed to find his lips.
"Caroliiiiina."
That utterance of her name, it seemed, was akin to a greeting. That odd little smile abruptly leaving his lips to leave his features near utterly blank once more. Tobias wholly oblivious to how very disconcerting that look surely as. Let alone how very out of place. The boy struggling, in most instances, to understand how long an expression should be held for or, for that manner, just what his expression should be at all. He knew Carolina. He remembered her. That female leopard's image so existing somewhere within the confines of his mind. Her presence so clearly accepted and yet so hardly enough to prompt any movement from him.
"What do....you want?"
He knew, on some level, exactly what she wanted. It was, most likely, what everybody seemed to want. For Tobias to get off the bar he was using as a temporary bed and yet the devilish creature seemed determined to press Carolina all the same. Those halting, stuttered words leaving him again.
"Do you want to....know...a....secret?"